Update: A Wilhelm Scream (Tonight!) + Girl in a Coma + Teenage Kicks + Kelley Stoltz (all soon!) + More

Yep, we are officially all-all-all about the just-in-time updating, today. Like I just slapped a review of the latest A Wilhelm Scream disc, Career Suicide, up on the site, in the hopes that it will get some of you crazy, wonderful people out there to go, go, go see this band when they play this very evening (3/26/08) up at Warehouse Live with Unseen, The Krum Bums, & Blackstar. You’ve gotta go, honest. Seriously. No, I mean it. I have trouble getting into words just how deep into my soul 2005’s Ruiner slammed me, and while Suicide‘s not quite to those heights (er, depths), it’s still damn good.

Plus, live they’re a fucking tornado of punk-rock fury, a far cry from their proggy, metalhead/nerd, post-ironic selves on CD; the pit the one time I’ve gotten to see ’em live was utterly insane. If you want more prodding, you can check out the review here, but otherwise, can I just say, “go, see, be amazed”? Trust me on this one.

Beyond tonight, of course, there’s more going on, and today’s update is all over that stuff, too. We’ve got awesomely awesome new reviews of Kelley Stoltz, who’s playing with The Dirtbombs and our own Dead Roses at Rudyard’s on 3/28/08 (and boy-howdy is that an odd bill…), Girl in a Coma, who’ll be at Chances (yes, that Chances, you know the place) on 3/29/08, and H-town power-popstars Teenage Kicks, who’re playing The Mink on 3/31/08 with Pink Razors, Erin Tobey, & Elaine Greer’s new band, The Holly Hall. See reviews for all three here, and then get your ass out of the house. There: we just planned the rest of your week for you. Nice of us, eh?

On top of all that, we’ve got brand-new live reviews up, one of John Fogerty’s recent Rodeo stop in our fair city and the other of the not-too-distant MGMT/Yeasayer cage match/tour, from which Yeasayer apparently emerged the victory (per our Brandon H., at least). Read ’em & weep that you weren’t there in person.

More reviews are up, as well, but dammit, I’ve gotta run — check the homepage, yo.